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Guardians of the lost
Weis, Margaret.
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New York : EOS, [2001]

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500 pages ; 25 cm.
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Two centuries have passed since a piece of the Sovereign Stone -- the portion belonging to the humans of Loerem -- was lost. Now few on this world shared by many antagonistic races remember it ever existed. But there is one who can never forget: Gustav, a human Dominion Lord, who has made it his life's work to find the missing sacred artifact.

Success, however, costs Gustav dearly. Having at long last recovered the magical relic, he is set upon by a black knight -- a dark servant of the immortal Vrykyl lord Dagnarus -- and is struck a mortal blow. But before he dies, the brave Dominion Lord passes the Stone on to Bashae, a pecwae youth, who agrees to carry it to safety, unaware of the power of the object in his possession...or the hideous strength and bloodthirsty determination of the evil forces who would wrest it from him.

And, with the quest of an unsuspecting boy, the battle for the future of Loerem begins -- a conflict that will ensnare dwarf, human, elf, and orken beings, as Dagnarus launches terrible war from the blackest depths of the Void. Monsters are his army and treachery his most powerful weapon, as the insidious lord ably stokes the long-smoldering fires of animosity that divide the races, creating traitors and villains at every turning, who abet the havoc his demonic minions intend to wreak.

But his foes know all too well the grim price of submission, as heroes emerge from unlikely corners to deny Dagnarus the awesome powers of the Stone. A gruff dwarf seeking riches; the mad daughter of a Trevenici chief; a cunning and beautiful elven Dominion Lord; an imprisoned warrior; an old woman powerful in pecwae magic; Bashae's friend Jessan, who unwittingly carries doom in his pocket; as well as young Bashae himself, who will be tested to the limits of endurance and discover a strength beyond his years, are all players in the epic clash of malevolence versus right.

Yet ultimately the destiny of an embattled world rests on unlikely shoulders. For there is one who passed the trials of the gods, yet rejected the mantle of Dominion Lord -- an enigma whose motives are unknown even to those closest to him, and who now must bear the great onus of salvation...or dire defeat.

Author Notes

Margaret Weis was born on March 16, 1948 in Independence, Missouri. She graduated from the University of Missouri in 1970. She worked for Herald Publishing House, starting as a proofreader and leaving as the editorial director of their trade press division. In 1983, she went to work for TSR, Inc., the company responsible for numerous role-playing games including Dungeons and Dragons.

At TSR, she was part of the design team responsible for the creation of the DragonLance saga, which lead to the DragonLance fantasy series of books. She collaborated with Tracy Hickman to write many of the books. She is also the author of the Star of the Guardian series, the Death Gate Cycle, and the Darksword Trilogy. In addition to writing, she is the owner and president of Mag Force 7, which produces collectible trading card games.

(Bowker Author Biography)

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Booklist Review

The second volume of the Sovereign Stone opens some two centuries after Well of Darkness (2000) ended. Prince Dandarus--immortal, thanks to his mastery of Void magic--strives to keep the various races from uniting their portions of the Sovereign Stone, and the human knight, Gustav, sacrifices his life to pass the human portion on. A boy, Jessan, and a mercenary, Raven, become messengers, learning much about themselves and their world, and something, at least, about their companion, the apparently mad Ranessa. The elves continue their ferocious, age-old intrigues, and too many of them would give the world to Dandarus rather than let humans or their elven opponents have it. At book's end, the scene is set for the trilogy's conclusion. Not much more has been accomplished, though, and this isn't the book's only demerit, for Weis and Hickman's prose still lacks eloquence. Still, their character development and skill at designing the saga's races outweigh their shortcomings so greatly that this trilogy is becoming their best work. --Roland Green

Publisher's Weekly Review

Bestsellers Weis and Hickman (Dragonlance series, etc.) deliver a solid tale peopled by familiar figures (some of whom are Not What They Seem) in the second volume of their latest fantasy trilogy. Two hundred years after the action in Well of Darkness, the world of Loerem (conceived by fantasy artist Larry Elmore, who provides the stunning jacket art work) is plunged into war. Old hatreds and new combine with the struggle to recover all the pieces of the Sovereign Stone to uproot the characters, sending them running across lands turned hostile. While much of the work fits the classic fantasy quest tradition, the authors do manage to impart some subtle differences, such as basing cultural traits and the magic used by each race (human, elf, dwarf, ork) upon an unusual associated element. (Orks are the water race and rule the seas, while the fire-using dwarves are master horse riders.) Dagnarus, Lord of the Void, is also not the quintessential outsider that most evil overlords tend to be. Instead, he's a Mordred figure, struggling to claim what he believes is his inheritance. In places the narrative turns expository, in order to aid readers wishing to role-play in the setting. Elsewhere, the collaboration reveals its seams, as when the same object is repeatedly given two names (blood knife/bone knife) or when a long-separated elven wife and husband immediately separate after embracing, "for elves consider public displays of affection to be boorish and intrusive." The target audience, college-age readers and their teenage kin, should be well satisfied. (Nov. 20) Forecast: As with the authors' Dragonlance books, the associated role-playing game is sure to swell sales for the novel and vice versa. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

When Sir Gustav recovers a portion of the long-lost Sovereign Stone, he hopes that its reunion with its companion stones will bring humans, elves, dwarves, and orken together to battle the forces of the Void. A group of unlikely individuals, including a young barbarian and his traveling companion, one of the diminutive race of pecwae, undertakes the quest to bring the magical treasure to its rightful place as vicious monsters pursue them across the landscape. In this sequel to Well of Darkness, best-selling fantasy authors Weis and Hickman again demonstrate their uncanny ability to create meticulously detailed imaginary worlds peopled with complex and vital characters. For most fantasy collections. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Guardians of the Lost Chapter One Gustav knew he was being watched. He had no proof, nothing more solid than a feeling, an instinct. Instinct had kept Gustav the Whoreson Knight alive for seventy years. He knew better than to ignore it. He had first experienced the sensation of being watched three days ago, on his arrival in this godforsaken part of the wilderness. He had been following an old trail that ran along the Deverel river. The trail was probably made by animals, although the humans who had once lived in this area might have borrowed it. If they had, they had long since returned the trail to the deer and the wolves, for theirs were the only tracks Gustav saw. Knowing it likely that he was the only person to have set foot in this region for the past hundred years, Gustav was understandably disquieted to awaken his first morning in camp to the distinct impression that he wasn't alone. He had no proof that someone was watching him. His nights, spent in a tent in the wilderness, were quiet, peaceful. He sometimes woke, thinking he heard stealthy footfalls outside, but he found he was mistaken. His well-trained war horse, who would have alerted him had there been anyone lurking nearby, remained placid and calm, undisturbed, except by flies. During the day, while he proceeded with his investigation, Gustav tried every trick in the book--a book he could have written--to catch sight of the person who was dogging his steps. He watched for the glint that might have been sunlight reflecting off metal, but saw nothing. He made abrupt stops, trying to hear footfalls that continued on after his ceased. He searched for signs that someone else was in the vicinity--foot-prints on the muddy river bank where he performed his daily ablutions, fish heads from the stalker's supper, broken sticks or bent branches. Nothing. Gustav heard nothing. He saw nothing. Instinctively, he felt everything, felt the stalker's eyes watching him, felt those eyes to be hostile. Gustav was not one to be deterred from his quest by an unsettling feeling, however. He had come here on a search he had begun forty years ago and he had no intention of departing until he had concluded that search. He had been exploring for three days and had found nothing yet. He was not even certain he was searching in the right location. His only guide was a brief description taken from the mummified body of one of the monks of Dragon Mountain. Having quested for years, only to come to one dead end after another, Sir Gustav had returned to the Temple one final time. The monks of Dragon Mountain were the repository of history in Loerem. The monks and their agents traveled the continent, seeing history as it was made and recording it on their own bodies. Preserved after death by the sacred tea the monks drank while they were alive, their bodies and all the knowledge that was recorded thereon were housed in the vaults of Dragon Mountain. Anyone on Loerem could travel to the mountain in search of knowledge of the past and find it among the slumbering dead. Gustav had studied the historical records dealing with every race on Loerem specific to the time period in which he was interested. He had found innumerable possible sites where the object of his quest might be located. He had visited all those sites and a hundred more and had come up empty-handed. Was there a fragment of information he might have missed? Anything at all which might provide him with a clue? Had the monks truly studied all the records? An acolyte listened to the elderly knight with intense interest and, by permission of the monks, took Gustav to the sacred vault. The two of them examined the mummified remains of the historians who lay there, each with their tattooed histories entwined around the composed limbs. Gustav recognized every corpse. After long years of association, he and these corpses had become friends. "You say you have read them all," the acolyte stated. "But did you think to include this one?" The monk paused beside a body of a human female who lay at the very end of the long row. Gustav looked at the body and could not recall that he had ever seen her before. "Ah, likely not." The acolyte nodded. "Her area of expertise was the study of the pecwae race. Your earlier guides probably felt that the pecwae could have no possible connection to the Sovereign Stone." Gustav considered this. "I cannot think that they would, but I have exhausted all other possibilities." "Have you?" the acolyte questioned gently. "Have you considered the possibility that the portion of the Sovereign Stone for which you seek was destroyed in the blast that leveled the city two hundred years ago?" "I have considered that, but I refuse to believe it," Gustav replied calmly. "The gods gave us our portion of the Stone, as they gave a portion to the other races. Ours is mislaid, that is all. Let us see what this chronicler of pecwae has to tell us." The acolyte perused the tattoos on the body, murmuring to himself and shaking his head. The tattoos were magical. The historian transfered his or her thoughts onto the flesh by means of tattoos that would later transfer those thoughts to the monks trained in the magic. By placing his hand on the tattoo and activating the spell (the magic is a carefully guarded secret among the monks), the acolyte received into his mind all the images and words and thoughts of the monk detailing this portion of history. Gustav watched the acolyte's face, watched the information pass over it like wind over a still lake. The ripples of thought cleared. The acolyte's eyes brightened. "I have something," he said cautiously. "Do not build up your hopes too much. It is nothing more..." Guardians of the Lost . Copyright © by Margaret Weis. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Guardians of the Lost by Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.